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I'm in this seminar, right, and the tutor asks me about the Trojans.
I'm like, I'm taking History, not "Fashion and Dress", how'm I supposed to know what the Trojans wore?
Apparently I'd misunderstood.
I've heard even Death
Is using AI now
He's a dirty gamer.
When the eagle flew over
Its shadow fell on my shoulder
I felt so proud.
According to the Oxford English Dictionary worm is from the same root as Latin vermis worm, and also related to Ancient Greek word ῥόμος wood-worm (the Greeks tended to drop their 'w's, and presumably at an earlier time the word would have been spelt with a digamma, ϝῥόμος 'wromos'). So worms were lowly.
But by the time we get to Old English and Old
Norse the word has come to mean (or at it least include) 'dragon'. The OE was wyrm,
that's how the dragon Beowulf fights is described.
Old Norse speakers also tended to drop their
'w's, for example OE Woden is the same as ON Odin. So the dragon Fafnir,
slain by Sigurd, is an ormr.
Both these dragons guarded their hoards of treasure. It is the theft of a cup from his cache that awakens the Beowulf dragon, after three hundred years of peace. It wants to catch the thief. I always find the image of the dragon sniffing after him rather chilling.
Þá se wyrm onwóc wróht wæs geníwad
stonc ðá æfter stáne
Then the dragon awoke wrath was rekindled
It sniffed along the stone
Nowadays the word worm has reverted to something more like its original meaning. The glory days are past: worms cannot fly, spit poison, or breathe fire, and they don't guard hoards of treasure. That kind of worm has gone extinct.
When Father saw the Twins fall o'er the cliff,
He had his phone out in a jiff.
Saying, as he filmed their downward spiral,
“Let's see how quickly this goes viral.”
My goal is to be as ambitious as possible.
There was an old man on a bus,
Who said, "Huh! Well I don't give a cuss",
And I don't care a poo,
What the hell they all do."
That silly old man in a bus.
Every night when I get home
I let my pet theories out of their cages.
How they rejoice and romp
How they scurry round the room
Some rebound from the walls
Some skip, some hop, some limp
Many roll over so I can tickle their tummies
Or arch their backs for a good stroke.
In a few cases they give me a playful scratch
Or a loving nibble, which hardly hurts.
They have been such loyal friends
All these years. Dear theories!
The management were told, but took no heed.
For they knew best, and knew there was no need.
And when it all went wrong, and brought us down.
The most they managed was a puzzled frown.
i lost you
in the mist
can you hear me calling
On a morning the thrush calls
Wake up! He just guesses
My plans for the day.
I thought of getting into celebrity cooking.
But then I thought, nah.
What if I can't get the celebrities to cook?
Why is a mosquito like a canapé?
A Greek mosquito is a kounoupi. In Ancient Greek the word was konops = mosquito and from it came konopeion, a net that those who could afford it (think Persian kings, Alexander and other potentates) had cast over their sleeping couches. A mosquito net, you see; a canopy.
In time the word became applied to the couch itself, and eventually it became French for a superior kind of sofa. The word is still used in that sense, and if you want, you can buy a canapé sofa.
And then it got applied to an elegant snack, made of a small piece of bread or similar, with a delicate morsel on top, metaphorically like a person sitting on a sofa. So the word for mosquito has come to mean a tasty bite.
I've invented a new system for measuring the strength of blue cheese. It's called the Roquefort scale.
The dictionary was on the other side.
Why did the birdwatcher cross the road?
To get to the other hide!
Q. What kinds of cheese can help you keep cool in hot weather?
A. We recommend Bries.
For cheese a jolly good Feta, which is better cubed than sliced
Which is better cubed than sliced, which is better cubed than sliced
For cheese a jolly good Feta, for cheese a jolly good Feta
The allotment went well at first. But then I lost the plot.
It's only me worries
Why the sky is so blue.
The lark doesn’t care.
Today I snapped my tape measure.
I was quite annoyed, but then I remembered Gran saying: "Rules are just made to be broken."
Last weekend next door had a big do; marquee, live band and so on. As midnight approached the music was still very loud, so I went round and asked the band if they could turn it down a bit.
They immediately agreed, and when I got home it was noticeably quieter, although not as peaceful as I might have wished. But I left things at that, remembering Gran's wise saying: “Never fight the band that heeds you.”
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